Have no fear: The same morons who spent us into this mess are working hard to spend us out of it. And for that, they all deserve one of those raises our new governor bestowed on his Cabinet.

Holy shit, did you taste this? Did you taste this fucking shit?

"Good, Bobby." Norquist patted his gimp's masked head. He reached down a little further and opened the zipper over his gimp's mouth. "Bobby ... speak."

Chris Fontana reflects on the 10-year anniversary of regretfully being right, and juxtaposes his tale of displacement with that of his Treme neighbor, Flex.

Let me go ahead and say what most people have figured out with their own good sense by now: College Greeks are gross. They’re nasty-ass, dirty people.

A herd of whining vaginas has petitioned the Tangipahoa Parish School Board to postpone this year’s start of school. Apparently, it’s too hot for their precious spawn to learn to read, write, and bully the weak.

I bought a hooker last night. It’s sad, really. At my age, I should be playing shuffleboard somewhere.

Much ado about nothing has been made concerning the less-than-shocking revelation that “the bastard prince,” Gov. Bobby Jindal, runs the state of Louisiana by his mobile phone.